How is it that March was 18 years long but April was less than a week? Isn't time supposed to be linear, with individual units that are identical? A day is supposed to be a day, AND YET. April definitely had shorter days. Thus, I blinked and here we are in May.
MAY.
May is the month that I barely survive each and every year. It's the month when all of the things happen from dance recitals to cheer competitions to band concerts to the end of the school year to a big deal work event to Mila's birthday to ... all of the things. If I recall correctly, and I do, May usually has about 3 years crammed into it. May involves a lot of running around and a lot of compromise. We can't possibly do all of the things we're expected to do, so we try our best to do the right things.
I don't hate the current version of May.
Tonight would have been the night when I left work early so I could get Alexis to dance and then picked her up to get to her last middle school band concert. Mila would have had a thing as well, and I really don't know how I was going to do it all. There wouldn't have been time for dinner and there DEFINITELY wouldn't have been time for breathing.
But, you know, since all of the things are cancelled, we spent the evening like this.
We hiked for an hour, pausing to enjoy a small creek and countless wildflowers showing off in a way that only wildflowers can do.
Mila skipped and sang for the entirety of the hour, pausing only to blow on a few wishers.
We paused.
And it wasn't terrible.